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Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; Their decks, they are cleared for action; their guns, they are shotted for war: From the East to the West there is hurry; in the North and the South a peal Of hammers in fort and shipyard, and the clamor and clang of steel; And the roar and the rush of engines, and clanking of derrick and crane-- Thou art weighed in the Scales and found wanting! the balance of God, O Spain!